A Realization Of Time Spent Here Poem by Christopher Lacomba

i look into his eyes and i read and see what is there,
suddenly theres a pain in my chest that i cannot bare,
he rush's to me panic in his face,
i look apon him and tell him its ok,
that its not his fault as weaker i go,
barely a grip apon his hands i hold,
trying and fighting for my life untold,
everythings getting dimmer i hold on tight,
i cant see so well whats that a white light?
the voices get louder they tell me to let go and rest,
no i say its not my time shurly you do jest,
i cant go out this way i struggle and fight,
hold on dear crispy dont go into the light.